The Journey Home(23)
Author: Kelly Elliott

I smiled as I felt the heat between my legs. Finally. Time to forget.

“Maddison, no one can hear you in here. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll be screaming for me.”

I licked my lips. I needed this. Images of Cale had been running through my mind since we saw the old man drawing in the square. I needed to erase him from my thoughts, and the only way to do that was with Andre.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

Andre grabbed the removable showerhead and turned it on. The moment the water hit my clit, I dropped my head back and touched my breasts.

“Does this feel good, Maddison?”

“Yes,” I said, barely able to whisper.

The warm water hitting my sensitive nub was pushing me to the edge. “Fucking hell, you look good,” Andre said.

“Andre,” I whimpered as my build up began.

“That’s it, Bella, let go and come for me.”

My orgasm hit fast and I let out a scream. I closed my eyes and called out Andre’s name over and over again as my insides pulsed again and again. When I finally came down from the orgasm, I closed my eyes and focused on controlling my breathing.

Cale making love to me on the beach popped into my head. I snapped open my eyes and looked at Andre. I need more. I need to forget him.

I climbed on top of him and sank down onto him. “Bella, I need a condom.”

“Hurry,” I panted lifting off him.

Andre reached for a condom and stood up to quickly roll it on.

I’d never been so brazen in my life with how I was acting, expect for the night with Cale.

Andre pushed his fingers inside me and worked my body up again. I sank down on him and moaned, hungrily.

“I need to fuck you, Andre. Then I need you to fuck me. I need it rough, and I need it hard.”

He smiled as he grabbed me and held onto my hips as I began to ride him. Water sloshed around us as I came again. This orgasm had my whole body quivering. I called out Andre’s name and rode him as hard and fast as I could. Andre pulled me off of him and jumped out of the tub. He picked me up and carried me out the room where he took my wet body and placed it over the back of the chair.

He pushed my legs apart and slammed his dick inside me. I screamed, just a little. He didn’t bother to ask if I was okay, which kind of bothered me. He grabbed my hips and gave me exactly what I asked for: a rough, hard fucking. Andre had never been so rough with me before—he was more of a gentle lover. This was exactly what I needed, though.

“You turn me on so fucking much, Maddison,” he said. “I like this side of you.”

I dropped my head back. “Harder,” I pleaded. “I need it harder.”

As soon as my orgasm hit, Andre let out a moan and we came together. He slowed down, but kept his dick inside me as he began kissing my back.

“Bella,” he said, “that was amazing. I’m falling in love with you, baby.”

I closed my eyes as he pulled out. I stood up and faced him. Smiling, I tried to think of something to say back. If only I could tell him I was falling in love with him, too. I cared for him very much, but love him? No. I didn’t love him…at least not yet.

If only my heart didn’t belong to another man.

“Come, Bella. Let’s rest for a bit.” Andre wrapped a towel around me and dried himself off. I rubbed myself down with the towel and followed him over to the giant bed. I crawled in and faced away from him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. When his breathing finally steadied out and he fell asleep, I allowed my tears to silently fall. Nothing would ever push Cale from my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t leave my memory…or my heart.

Images of Cale and Zoey together ran through my mind. I hadn’t spoken to Zoey since changing my phone number, and the guilt of ignoring her was beginning to eat away at me. But I just couldn’t take listening to her talk about her and Cale anymore.

With no tears left to cry, I felt my body relax. I settled in for a few minutes of sleep.

I WALKED INTO the house and looked around. Zoey wasn’t waiting for me in the living room like I’d expected her to be. I’d driven around for a few hours after my plane landed, because if I’d come home knowing what I know, I’d have unleashed it on Zoey.

Jack was calling Monica to tell her everything he had found out from Zoey’s cousin.

I walked into the den and found Zoey sitting there. She looked up at me and smiled. When I didn’t smile back she placed her hand on her stomach. She didn’t look good. Her face was pale, and she seemed weak. As much as I wanted to scream at her, I had to think about her health and the baby. My mind flashed back to the last doctor’s appointment I’d been to with Zoey.

“YOU BOTH KNOW how incredibly hard this pregnancy is on Zoey’s body,” Dr. Richards had said. “And on the baby. I need you to start taking it easy, Zoey.”

Zoey had glared at her doctor as she fumbled with her purse. “I am taking it easy.”

Doctor Richards sighed then, raising an eyebrow at Zoey. “Do you have someone coming in to help her around the house?”

“Yes, of course I do,” I’d said. “Especially when I’m out of town.”

He’d shaken his head. “Zoey, we may have to start thinking about bed rest soon.”

“What? I already have no life. No. Not an option.”

I’d wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her. Instead, I’d calmly listened to Doctor Richards as he explained—again—why this pregnancy was so dangerous.

“Zoey, your heart is growing weaker the further along you get. I need you to think about what is happening to your body and be mindful of it. You will be on bed rest, and if that means admitting you to the hospital, then that is what we’ll do.”

At that point, Zoey had looked away and stared out the window. She didn’t utter a single word for the rest of that day.

“ARE YOU OKAY?” I asked.

She nodded. “I hate being pregnant.”

I walked over sat across from her. “You wanted this.”

She looked away. “I’m so sorry I did this to you.” She shook her head, then looked back at me. “I wanted you, but for all the wrong reasons.”

I inhaled deeply. Was she finally going to tell me the truth?

“What were your reasons?” I asked.

She looked into my eyes and grinned. “It doesn’t really matter anymore. I thought I would finally win. But, in the end, I lost everything and she still won.”